Visions of gore fill my thoughts, blood rushes through my veins..
Senses overcome by animosity to immolate, my final resolution...

The sound of skin tearing as I twist off their limbs...
Feel the oscillation of the shearing bones, see the blood and entrails drop as I lacerate the torso...

Taste the adrenaline of the victim in each bite that I procure...
The smell of flesh burning as the remains I incinerate...

Many bodies I have entombed, but only portions are left...
These conceptions become real, concisely as they graze my mind...

My problems I can not relinquish nor can I prevent what I have done...
With such brutality I take life so easily, the ambition in every incident so overwhelming...

"I must be ended
Or the process continues...
The visions are returning, this time will be satisfied"

Biting into flesh, skin so cold yet satisfying
Blood in my mouth tastes so sweet devouring, controlled by more visions...